Man fuck the jakes they needa come spin again them hoes aint catching us

I can't lie, ian sliding dirty unless I ride in black trucks

I robbed a n***a for his navy, I sent him to the army bus

Purple runtz up in this leaf, bitch, we ain't smokin' angel dust

What the fuck you thought this was? Bitch, I got my dickie on

Man, all my n****s havin' motion lil seth gon rep that purple chrome

Rubber bands on these hunnids, know these hoes gon' do the fuckin

What you say, I ain't touchin' nothin

You ain't gon' see don dada, comin' down that yea

And I'm off that Julio

Ian talkin' 11 shots, but I be trollin' foolio

Every song you mention glocks and chops, when you gon' shoot it, though

Ian got time for all that slimy shit, I'm quick to wipe your nose

Go back and flip exotic bowls then punch a bag

Yeah, you know I'm really that

Ian even gotta say too much just know she comin' back

All these rappers talkin' numbers, well 200 for the stash

Free my pops up out that county my unc gon work that gen 5

Yeah, he work that gen 5, he gon' let that 30 ride

All these hoes be talkin' crazy, bitch, I'll make your mama cry

Ian even need no suit and tie to tell im super fly up in they eyes

I can't give up on this rap shit, man, I put that on the guys

I need some twins like Johnny Test

My lil' **** be really drillin' shit, assir gon' shoot the best

Lil Zay gon' pop up out that cut and aim below your bullet vest

I ain't got no time to play with hoes, you know I usually make a mess

I feel like KD on the nets, I done sent like seven shots

Come here, bitch, don't wanna talk to you, look here its shot a clock

I'm really active in that field, they call my phone, I know the drop

SRTs on every glock, SRTs on every mission

223s the ammunition, runnin' in your house

Shoot you and your spouse,

Hold on, wait, I'm ridin' presidential let's go flood my mouth, I'm my grandma, baby bitch, not from the West, not from the South

And my new bitch over she kinda, I ain't even gon' say that on this bitch gang